“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth. “The things I want to do to you, Zoey….”
A gasp left her, and I swallowed it. Kissing her harder, I didn’t give her time to even think about anything else but what we were doing and how I made her feel. In this moment, for this time, I was the one who’d control this, who’d make her feel so fucking good I’d ruin all others for her. She’d only ever want me, only ever know what my dick felt like between those pretty thighs of hers.
She wouldn’t have to worry about anything aside from feeling herself fall over the edge with me. In fact, she’d never have to worry about anything with me by her side. I’d protect her, keep her safe. I wouldn’t admit that to her now, because scaring her with that truth would be like frigid water on this situation. But after I claimed her, I’d let her know I couldn’t let her go. She was mine.
I moved my hands down to her thighs, wanting the shorts off, but I slid the material up her legs so far I could imagine them as her panties, barely covering her pussy. Her skin was smooth and soft, warm. God, she felt so good.
“If you don’t want this, I need to know now, baby, because I’m barely hanging on as it is.” There was a long pause, and I wondered if she’d stop this. I wouldn’t force her to do anything she wasn’t ready to do, but fuck, I’d be going to bed with a serious case of blue balls and a stiff, aching dick if she turned me down.
“Don’t stop,” was all she whispered, and I thought, Thank fuck for small miracles.
That was all I needed to hear her say for the last remnants of my control to completely fade away. I had my hands on her waist, lifted her up so she was braced on her knees, and I all but tore her shorts and panties off her and then stared at her pussy. She had a trimmed thatch of dark curls covering the sweetest spot of her. My mouth watered at the sight. She smelled good, clean from her shower, like soap and honey and everything I didn’t know I needed in my life.
“The shirt,” I gritted out, because I didn’t trust myself not to tear that away too.
She was breathing shallowly as she lifted her trembling hands to the edge of the material and started bringing the shirt up and over her head. And when the tee was off and a pile on the ground, I stared at her braless chest.
Her breasts were pert and tight, high, and her nipples were a rosy shade. Her areolas were small and tight, puckered from her arousal and my wandering hands.
Her scent drove me mad, had my mouth watering even more, my cock jerking fiercely, and my need to claim her like a living entity inside me, this beast that wanted free.
But more than my sexual need for her, Zoey was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
I trailed my gaze over her pussy, along her flat belly, that little dip where her navel was, and over her breasts before looking into her face. I saw the way she swallowed, her throat working from the act, her nervousness very clear to me. I didn’t want her to feel anything but anticipation and marrow-deep need.
Without thinking about anything else, I leaned in and latched my mouth onto one of her nipples, groaning that there wasn’t material blocking me this time. I slid my tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak into my mouth. I felt her shake for me and took her flesh harder and more fiercely into the hot recesses of my mouth.
I alternated to the other breast, sucking and licking, nipping at her flesh until both her nipples were wet, hard, and red from my ministrations. Her little pants and soft mewls for more escalated my need for her.
I was so far gone for Zoey it was maddening.
I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, sealing all those unspoken words, the truths, the demands and needs I had for her, for us. “When I finally claim you, when I slide my dick into your tight little pussy, when I stretch you so good, baby, you’ll see that you’re meant for me alone.” Those filthy, obscene words spilled from me before I could stop them, but her responding moan told me it didn’t scare her like I thought it would.
That had me growling in pleasure.
“Wilder,” she moaned softly, and it was like a hot poker to my dick.
I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, nipped at the soft flesh with my teeth, heard her gasp from the pleasure-pain I no doubt caused. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, imprinting her scent in my lungs, knowing I’d find her no matter where she went. I’d be like a fucking animal tracking her.